Four years have passed since that one memorable evening on stage.For some of you,it might be a sweet memory stored away in the archives.For me though,the memory is so fresh that it hurts somewhere on the the inside.Ive tried my best to put it behind me,to grow up,or atleast grow away from the past.But your acts,the dialogues,the appreciation,all of it is still surprisingly seared indelibly in my mind.I remember Nithins wallet flying over my head,Mahesh out of uniform,Santosh the proctologist,Faheem half naked,Rios legs shaking,Omeed in an orange dhoti,Mallyas progeria,Akilesh out of sync in the action song,Daddy the warden, Hemanth delivering the last of his progeny,Berton searching for Marena and so on. It hurts to remember so much.There is always that accompanying feeling that such a fantastic camaraderie wont happen again,that the good old days are now far in the distance,that growing up is now inevitable.Surely,things have changed.Hemanth is now married,Rohit has grown wider,Nikith knows Medicine now and Daddy has gone missing.But some things are probably still the same.Nithin must be dating a girl you think hell marry.Akilesh is still goofing around.Faheem flew out and flew back in.And Omeed might still be missing his Mumbai ka gaming arcade in America. We really had joy,we really had fun.I miss our seasons together in the sun.Miss you all.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 18:28:47 +0000
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